JOE Beall ’ud set upon a keg
Down to the groc’ry store, an’ throw
One leg right over t’other leg
An’ swear he ’d never had no show.
“O, no,” said Joe,
“Hain’t hed no show,”
Then shift his quid to t’other jaw,
An’ chaw, an...
Sam Walter Foss
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The town of Hay is far away,
The town of Hay is far;
Between its hills of green and gray
Its winding meadows are.
Within the quiet town of Hay
Is many a quiet glen,
And there by many a shaded way
Are homes of quiet men:
And...